Yugi was concocting a very full plan against the Shincho Guild. That group would undoubtedly be encountered one day, when the Players inevitably gained notoriety. Dealing with that situation would be far more effective if they could remove the randomness of it. That did require using Ai as bait, but she didn't seem opposed to being utilized in such a way. "Fuck a hornets' nest. You know what hornets are weak to? Magpies!" he exclaimed. "Make that guild a controlled variable, forcing that rich bitch's attention toward us through a method of our choosing. By this method, they'll hit one frustration after another. They'll still get to us eventually, but that buys some guaranteed time that we can also keep track of. By the time they solve the puzzle, we'll be National-level," he rambled mostly for his own sake, but also as general explanation of the plan.
When Miko arrived however, topics shifted. She had some audacity to enter with an outfit like that ─ especially as one who'd allegedly taken a supportive role here. According to the girl herself, she intended to both cook and clean. The latter, in detail, was about cleaning the plates of 'ingrates' she chose to befriend. "Hmm, right. Not opposed to that at all, but it's not worth talking much shit about when the plate is an entire serving tray," he said. Regarding the 'homemade dressing' he spoke of, Miko continued her audacious behavior by referencing the actual selections she'd brought along. Yugi huffed. "So we're just gonna pretend the slutty maid thing doesn't have an obvious outcome? And what the fuck do you mean 'sous chef?' Are you making fucking Igris be your spatula guy?" he questioned, aghast. "Shame! There goes part of your plate, missy!"
